This is a song about "Eatin rice"

Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Its eatin me alive im slowly losin my composure

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Rock em sock em your fucking style is as plain as white rice

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Id rather be a man, satisfied by a grain of rice